Before pitching tent for good in Pune, there were 2 previous lives for me. One was in Abu Dhabi & Dubai... years characterized by nothing pleasant. The other was Bombay... ancient memories of which seem more akin to those fashioned from fading smells rather than any clear images or experiences. I left Bombay in 1988...
Today, after the drama of the last 3 weeks, there's no feeling of triumph... none even of vindication. Just a simple, slight relaxation of the shoulders, more due to exhaustion than relief & I walked out.
I've got my first real full-time job, starting Monday.
21 years on, I'm returning to Bombay.
At long last, school's out.
Song for the moment: Break the night with colour - Richard Ashcroft